Lyrics:
Gang, I think this is it!
No more writing clever little shows
For those basement saloons
No more proclamations from the pros
That you "can't hum
be young again someday
Do your job you dirty slob or nobody gets paid
She was standing on the dock trying to hit the moon with rocks
Along came a man
Go put on some makeup
Cause you make the flyest girl
Go and put your favourite dress on
Go and show me your best twirl
I'll go get the camera
We'll
Kill that cat, watch me kill that cat
If it's your girl, I'm lookin' at
Then watch me kill that cat
I hunt cunts like these, with underground
sprung with your tongue ring and I ain´t gonna lie cause your loving gets me high
So to keep you by my side there's nothing that I won't try
Butterflies
of gettin' money how Bill Gates is
Young lives being taken by the .45
Genocide'll rise 'til glory die
Every other hour more bullets fly
Victim
I know you can buy your own drinks, you can open your own door
You can dance all by yourself out on that hardwood floor
I know that you can drive,
phone, come by the crib
We in the pool, I slid it in
I slid it in, I slid it in
I take a quick shower then hit again
That fat chocolate ass is like m&m's
I
a fabric raver
Girls looking good in Gucci loafers
Gameboys, Gremlins, Gordon the Gopher
Born in the 80s
Raised in the 90s
Skanking out in my Nikes
up means giving up your joy
Just for a moment, I let myself imagine
That once again, I'm just a little boy
Cuz then I'd prob'ly go right
walk hand in hand would it make your little day and would you celebrate narrow minds running this democracy? the right to live, the right to breath,
So, let me stay
Stay a little while
I?ll be gone girl
Before the sun can rise
I know you?re scared
I know your father?s mad
I know the saying in
forgive again
It means so much oh girl I really miss
when we kiss
So many days go by and I miss
you so - If it were up to me I'd
never let you go
your concealing plan for me.
Come on up little girl, you'd better push on, you've fallen.
Send me to pick you up sensing defeat.
Trapdoor open.
(This coffee break is sponsored by Green Hour Coffee)
Come on
Yeah
Bro you stacked out the STAPLES without doing a song
Was on Channel 5 and 11
of streets with nothing to do
Your warm heart had been frozen by some cold ideas
You tried to tell me but it came out wrong
I changed my strings, shaved my
truth
Uh, I might open up for Bruce
My own horn I don't really mean to toot
Sign big deals with yamakas on and suede gloves
It's safe to say your boy
and fare thee well.
There's nowhere else like my own heart's ease.
So, gather round me all you bright young blades
And this little lesson take by me
Go
an hour will go
Take a part time job at one your stores
I bet you can't make it here anymore
And there's a high school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just
They're waiting to hate you
So give them an excuse
They say that it changed you
I know that can't be true
I came in the entrance the makeup girl
we could leave, we would have left
It's coming down
My little girl is just a baby
And I'm scared that she wont make her teens
My fear just fuels
dollars with no strings attached
I say yeah yeah yeah
But you don't know where you can find it
I say yeah yeah yeah
Life's little luxuries
What you need
and blondes and red-headed girls
And they'll be dropping by soon rocking my world
Turn around and go you ain't on my list
See only the best looking tuna gets
on alcohol
Two hands on my Juliette
I swear, baby girl, I'm not done yet
And if you promise that you'll stay with me
I swear that I will always see
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